Captain Cur

Beauty of the Crystal Darkness Poem by Captain Cur

The beauty of the crystal darknesslanguished on my lipsrescinded by the hatred that launched the vaulted ship; upon its sail the symbol of its soulless pagan land; the whore that gives false pleasure, the whore that enslaves man.

The beauty of the crystal darknessinfiltrates my veinsinjecting the lone pleasurethat has pleasured me with pain.Treacherous is the victorwho routs the mind's resolveentombed in the emptinesswhere hope and love dissolve.

The beauty of the crystal darknessbrandishing delight; battles score the pagan shipthe whore oars through the night.Ruination's flag the symbolits topmast vainly waves; virulence the compass, self-destruction plots the way.